It seems as though ever since last year, I have been really busy everyday... mostly afterwork and during weekends. Between classes, yoga, tv, chores, spending time with friends and family... I wonder how people can squeeze in so many workouts in a given week? They probably wake up much, much earlier than I do.
If I wake up early, I'll just make a bigger breakfast instead of working out. It doesn't work.
I still haven't gotten my shelves and bookcases. My books are just stacked against the wall, ghetto style. I still haven't bought my PS3 either... not to mention I haven't got around to catch up on the last 3 months of Full Metal Alchemist - it's only this week that I booked my dentist in more than a year, and found myself a family doctor, and I'm finally getting new glasses after The Tale of Drunken Flying Eyeglasses in November.
(The Tale of Drunken Flying Eyeglasses: Doremish was very uncoordinated, in a crowdy club and tried to point to a direction when enquired upon. Her index finger caught the side of her glasses and flicked all 500$ of it into the sea of furiously stomping dancing torontonian gorillas, never to be found again. Ze End.)
So why is it that the crappiest looking pieces of paper I find in my purse/ pocket, are always the most important ones? Like my eyeglasses prescription, the little paper where I jolted down the contact and appointment with my newfound doctor, the receipt for that piece of clothing that is a bit too expensive and too tight, the other receipt whose back was used to right down a couple of important contact infos of peeps in Taiwan...
I've been saying for the longest time that I need to digitalize my contact list, but... yes, again, I just never got around to do it! And it's not like I'm having stories to tell every night, or anything. Time just fliiiies.
Priority for me now though, is to get around to plan my vacation.
WEST COAST OR EUROPE?!
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